Just To Fill The Quota
I hate when I have to write poems like this, it always means that I’m hitting my head against writer’s block and I never like how they turn out. It does just feel like I keep it to fill the quota of a poem a day (or more realistically 31 poems written at random times in clumps) during January.
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Why is it you can feel inspired
Till you pick up your pen, then
Blank
Nothing
And you’re left to write
Another pointless poem
Complaining about scraping the barrel
With no inspiration left
Just to fill the quota
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hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.
The Lonely Recluse.
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